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Oct 2015
Don't look at me with your ******* eyes
Your stares do nothing but make you look high

Don't speak to me with your ******* tongue
All that's left is for it to pour dung

Don't hear my words with your ******* ears
Because you might stain yourself in fear

Don't touch me with your ******* hands
For all I know, you could have had them up your ***

Don't breathe near me with your ******* lungs
I don't want to share air with a skunk

I have more to say. Alas, I'll stop
After all, I've already come out on top
Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez
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Lorenzo Iñigo Jimenez  M/Manila
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